lyrics he was holding her hand when the world changed. one moment she was laughing and he was admiring her generous spirit. her freedom. and then it hit him.
Category Archives: a twilight cathedral
monday song #63: the garlic eater
it’s the first time he’s been alone with her. he scheduled a six-top conference room to prep a powerpoint deck explaining third quarter dividends. it’s his presentation, but her boss asked her to contribute a pair of slides, 3-d pie charts breaking out revenue by market. she grabs the monitor plug and connects it to […]
monday song #62: newark state of mind
once he was in love. once. but not anymore. far from it. it was all the touching.
monday song #61: 12-yr-old
he’s twenty-seven. he sits in his apartment, a movie on the dish. he pours himself another drink. he likes to get just the right amount of wasted before calling it a night.
monday song #60: bend
lyrics at the end of the longest day she can remember, mrs. kelly pulls into the parking lot of the children’s hospital. it’s been years since she’s been here. thirteen to be exact. she’s tired of being exact. she starts to climb out before she’s turned off the engine. the car bucks forward and hits […]
monday song #59: rachel rides the short bus
lyrics “don’t move. i’ve almost got your left eye.” kevin does as he’s told, watching rachel scribble and erase, scribble and erase. “are you almost done?” she focuses on the sheet of paper in front of her, “every time you move, you make it take longer.”
monday song #58: lone gunman
lyrics “not again.” max sits on the couch, a news bulletin has interrupted his basketball game. his roommate looks up from facebook. “what is it?” “another guy killing defenseless people.”
monday song #57: cattle
lyrics think of the millions of cars on this planet. the millions driving around. the millions rusting in wrecking yards and standing on blocks. the millions that exist only in the memory of humans long dead. so many goddamn cars. why would he ever think he could possibly make it to work on time?
monday song #56: another log in the fire
lyrics another unfamiliar bed. although this one is oddly familiar. she stares at the institutional acoustic paneling on the ceiling, looking for patterns in the tiny holes, stringing together constellations, waiting for the transition between one unreality and another.
monday song #55: me …and my dog
lyrics he’s hungover. he stares in the mirror. his face is fleshy, somehow misshapen, as if viewed through a wide angle lens. he swallows a handful of aspirin and starts the shower. hot water only.